Post by CELESTE JOHANNA HELARD on Oct 10, 2010 18:25:56 GMT -5
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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CELESTE JOHANNA HELARD[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: cee, cjay, cele
AGE: sixteen
D.O.B.: 0ctober twenty-first
ALLEGIANCE: neutral
HOUSE: slytherin, ravenclaw, gryffindor, hufflepuff
WAND TYPE: willow wood, dragon heartstring core, twelve and three quarters of an inch. hexes are a specialty of this core.
CANON OR ORIGINAL: original
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: chocolate brown
HEIGHT: five feet five inches
WEIGHT: one hundred and eighteen pounds
BODY TYPE: thin, scrawny, frail, slender
VOICE: her voice is light and airy, but not in a stupid sort of way. when she is angry her tone is deadly and sharp. when she's sick or sleep deprived she has a raspy tint to her voice. it really just depends.
PERSONAL STYLE: cee can most often be found in muggle clothing when she doesn't have to wear those hideous school robes. her main colors are red and blue, because they compliment her skin tone the most, but she can be found in just about any color, within reason, and a pair of converse. she's a down to earth kid with a nice fashion style, well when she wants a fashion style. she's not out there with her clothes, like some of those scene kids, but she doesn't mind. she doesn't judge or discriminate based on fashion.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: celeste is a thin sixteen year old. she's approaching her seventeenth birthday and she's looked the exact same for the last year and a half. she's five foot five and wants to grow at least another inch. she has legs that have been described as 'going on for miles' and eyes that 'light up a room' though when she's angry she's said to become a demon and look 'hellish' or something like that. she never really pays attention. she's got black hair that falls past her shoulders and it's sort of choppy and unmanageable. she's got a contagious smile when she's relaxed or amused enough to even give a real smile. she's usually found wearing a scowl or blank expression. she's been told she look like lizz mohin
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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vibes
vintage
antiques
unique clothing
styles
her hair color
lightning storms
massive rain storms
black outs
scented candles
black and white photographs
photography
magic
shoes
the idea of love
happy families
children
finding shapes in the clouds
strawberries
watermelon
handcuffs
television shows
music
tragic romances
CHARACTER DISLIKES: her muggle side
cliche movies
horror films
forgetting important things
being unprepared for a fight/battle
not being able to protect herself
not being able to protect her friends
depressions
anti-depressants
psychiatrists
people trying to fix her
the thought of suicide
being treated like she's a piece of meat
men who don't get that no means no
being powerless
being helpless
the idea of rape
her self blaming nature
the silent era
poor theatrics in movies
never experiencing the fall
her damaged nature
never getting better
having no self respect
having no morals
GOALS: graduate, become an unspeakable or obliviator, defy my fear of men and rape, loosen up and stop being such a bitch.
BOGGART: jeremiah cox - celeste's step father.
PATRONUS: the day she learned she had magical abilities.
DEMENTOR: the first time jeremiah took advantage of her.
AMORENTIA: fresh rain, vanilla, cinnamon, and burning wood.
BASIC PERSONALITY: sly, cunning, manipulative, cold, heartless, trustless, self-blaming, ruthless, spiteful, broken.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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jeremiah cox - muggle - lawyer - muggle - 41
MOTHER: athena
BROTHER(S): brendon helard - half-blood - wizard - ministry intern - 19.
SISTER(S): not available
OTHER: cee has a tabby cat named mona.
BLOOD STATUS: half-blood
HOMETOWN: london, england
CURRENT RESIDENCE: hogwarts & london
BIOGRAPHY: celeste johanna helard was born on october twenty-first at three thirty-three in the morning. she was the second child born to the helard family, her older brother, brendon, being the first. she weighed five pounds, nine ounces when she was born and was kept in the hospital until she reached a healthier weight. well, at least a weight that the doctors considered to be healthier. so when she was at six pounds seven ounces she was released and allowed to go home with her mother. the helard family appeared to be the ideal family on the block. athena was a housewife, while her adoring husband was a neurosurgeon for the hospital. cele's brother was just two years older than herself and he was kind to his baby sister. he shared his toys and the helard family was happy. they were all happy, and for the next five years they'd remain happy, until the accident.
When Celeste was five her father died. The man was on his way home from work when the eighteen wheeler hit his car, the officers say her father died instantly and felt no pain whatsoever. Just because they say he felt no pain, didn't mean he didn't, no one can ever know if he felt pain or not, only he could know that, and that thought tortured the blonde for many sleepness nights. Celeste's mother began drinking and her brother was given the burden of taking care of Cele while their mother was incapible. At a young age, only seven, the boy learned to protect his siter from harm. After the funeral Celeste went silent, she didn't speak, didn't talk, she rarely ate and she hardly came out of her room. SHe was diagnosed with depression and given anti-depressants at age nine. She never once thought about suicide or cutting, not until the anti-depressants kicked in. However, even with the thoughts and impulses, the petite young female refused to cause herself any bodily harm, knowing deep down inside that this was not what her father would have wanted for her.
Because of the onset depression Cele was a late bloomer, she didn't tap into her magical abilities until she was almost ten. Her brother, Brendon had tapped into his abilities two days after their father's accident when he was seven. Celeste felt no desire to live up to the expectations her father had created and it appeared as though her mother didn't care enough to tell her to try too. The woman had become a drunk and it was only when she met Jeremiah that her ways slowly came to a blistering stop. When Cjay was eleven she was introduced to Jeremiah and she felt a little better with the man around. He wasn't going to be her new father, he'd never replace Jonas, that was a known fact, though his fatherly presence did comfort the girl a little. When she was twelve her mother, Athena married Jeremiah and Celeste's family was once again complete. She slowly withdrew from her depression and for a good eight months she was completely fine. She no longer need anti-depressants or therapy, and she was no longer a burden or a worry to her brother. However, all of her progress came to a sudden stop the moment Jeremiah walked into her bedroom.
At the age of thirteen Celeste was raped by her step-father, Jeremiah, and a group of his friends, six of them to be exact. They were all drunk and high on some type of drug and they drugged her as well. That night she was passed around like a peace pipe and no one was there to save her. Her mother had left that morning, taking Brendon with her, after all the boy had camp and the mother was going to visit a few sickly family members. Celeste was taking summer lessons and Jeremiah had volunteered to stay and watch over the girl, protect her. What a load of crap. By the time the seven men were finished Celeste was broken and damaged far beyond any repair. She couldn't escape to Hogwarts, since it was summer, and she couldn't tell anyone, because who would believe her. Her mother certainly wouldn't, and she couldn't bring herself to worry her brother, not again. Though the routine continued even after her mother and brothers arrival. Celeste's only escape was Hogwarts, she never volunteered to return home during holidays and as strange as she acted and as depressed as she got, no one noticed her behavior.
Not her mother, not her brother, not her friends, not her professors, not anyone. The thought that she was alone, pushed her over the edge and when she was sixteen she attempted to kill herself. She overdosed on pills, the drugs Jeremiah had been feeding her for years, and her brother found her. He rushed her to the emergency room of their fathers old hospital and she had her stomach pumped and she was saved. She'd been given a second chance at life and she did the one thing she could do. She told. She told Brendon, she told Athena, she told the police and no one could help her. Jeremiah denied everything, it wasn't like they could take him to court, there was no evidence, he'd been smart about it, and he was a lawyer. No one could help her, not her mother, not her brother, not even the justice system. So, one night, when Jeremiah slipped into her room, with a syringe in hand, saying something about punishing her for telling, she killed him. Yes, she murdered the man who'd killed her long ago, she stabbed him, twice to be exact, but it seemed to be enough to disable him and eventually kill him.
He bled out on her bed with the syringe in hand when she screamed bloody murder and had her family rush into the room. She wasn't convicted of anything and in fact the police sided with her and said it was self defense which it was and at the beginning of September she got on the Hogwarts Express and went back to her school. Back to her home, but this time, with a sense of freedom and a new look on life. She was free from Jeremiah and his sick games, she was free of the depression that had encased her life for many years, but she also went to Hogwarts with nightmares that constantly took hold of her. Dreams of Jeremiah and his sadistic features, his maniacal laughter and his deep penetrating, haunting eyes that were glossed over and empty. Dead eyes that haunted her endlessly, even while awake.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: seven years.
HOW YOU FOUND US: erm...i wanna say courtney.
OTHER CHARACTERS: not available
RP SAMPLE:
how long had it been? how many seconds, minutes, hours, days had she spent locked away? had it been days, weeks, or months? god she could not answer that question without hesitation. she had relapsed, and pretty badly. the memories of the past, the ones she'd been repressing for nearly eight months came back and struck her violently. the memories, the nightmares had her screaming herself awake, had her thrashing about her bed, as if she were literally fighting off an attacker. but no, there was no one there, there were never rough hands man handling her and taking advantage of her frail and weak figure. she was never attacked, never broken. yet night after night she found herself meeting her nemesis, trying to fight him, trying to keep him from using her, and yet, she could not. muggle drugs worked on her as they did any other human. and again, she was hurt, and ripped apart from the seams. she felt weak and useless, and she was. she never did herself any good, yet the memories that had once been reality haunted her. like a festering cut that just would not heal. she picked at it over and over again, and she was practically useless to stop herself from doing it. her dorm mates were not a fan of her tantrums, yet she was powerless to stop them. for a stretch of time she looked into those power hungry eyes, and watched as that man took pleasure from beating her and bruising her. she watched his excitment as he tortured her mercilessly. she could see the joy he received from her, and she was unable to stop him. unable to stop him from taking her, over and over again. however, those memories were not her most prominent. no the worst memory she suffered from was the one in which she killed him. jeremiah, her stepfather. the man needed to pay for his crimes, needed to pay for the sick and twisted things he did to her. so one day she took matters into her own hands. she pretended to sleep as he snuck into her bedroom, and as he was about to inject her with his special medicine, which he promised would her feel good, but really only paralyzed her, she managed to dodge it, and a scuffle followed, they fought for control of that little syringe, and finally, she managed to plunge it into his chest, and push in the that little knob, she watched as the medication slowly disappeared. after that, when he was motionless, and an expression of pure fear was frozen on his face, she reached for the knife.
the blade was hidden beneath her pillow, and as she clenched it in both hands she whispered goodbye, and began to stab the man who had stolen her innocence, and her life. she screamed bloody murder as his blood splattered her white dress. she stayed there, knife stuck in the man's chest, his blue eyes frozen on her, the same eyes that were now haunting her. that dream had been the worst and it was that dream that had her moving now. she nearly fell out of her bed in her hast to get out, she threw clothes haphazardly from her trunk and tossed on a simple white dress, perhaps it was not the best thing to throw on at the moment, but it was simple and easy and she was in a real hurry. she raced for the door, and found herself running full speed down that winding staircase. her heart was pounding uncontrollably as she reached the commons, her head spun and she felt faint, but she pushed herself on. ignoring all of the aching pain in her chest, because there was a bigger and far more greater pain that threatened to torment her should she stop moving. if she let it catch up, she thought it might be the end of her. this was a night that she needed trelan, at least with him, this pain could not catch her. but he was probably safely tucked away in his dorm, probably passed out, and celeste did not have the heart to wake him up and tell him about her problems. she'd told trelan many things about herself, but the one thing she never told him was the fact that her step father had raped her, and she'd also never told him that she had been the one to kill him. she made it out of the portrait hole and kept running, she felt as though she were running in circles, or boxes, depending on how you'd like to look at it. but the grand staircase was horrible on her. she hit the rails several times and nearly toppled over once as it moved. once she nearly ran right off of the landing, seeing as the staircase moved mere seconds before she reached it. by the time she reached the entrance hall her lungs burned sickeningly, and they screamed for oxygen, her breath came to fast, and it hurt to inhale. just like her leg muscles screamed in agony as she continued to push her body, continued to force herself to run. perhaps it was wrong of her, but she was trying to preserve herself. keep herself alive, and she was positive that if the pain she felt inside ever washed over her she would never resurface.
celeste pushed her way out of the castle, uncaring of the professors and prefects on duty, she would never let them catch her, not without having to run for their lives anyway. she would not stop, surely she would not. she tripped and stumbled several times in her haste to leave the castle and it's magically protected grounds, she rushed to leave that magnificent castle behind. not only was it her home, it was her prison. the cold night air whipped around her, stinging her exposed skin with a crisp burn, and it only added to the other pains. she pushed them to the back of her mind, unable to focus on them, she was trying to reach the gates, once outside them she could apparate. she found herself running down now, the climb wasn't too steep, yet if she lost balance once she would undoubtably fall, and roll, and break something, but in her time of need her balance did not fail her. she managed to make it safely down, and she threw out her arms, in order to push the gates open, and lucky for her, it was open just a crack, which was enough for her. the gate moved, not without reluctance, but it gave leiway, and finally opened enough for her to get through. she felt free the moment the gate gave way, and as she turned she focused on london and that beauitful tower that seemed to rise high above the city. she felt like she were being sucked through a tube, and her body felt compressed, her ragged breathing increased, and the pain in her chest was magified by a thousand as she was pressed further and further together. then in the next second she was standing before the tower she'd imagined mere moments ago. she stood disoriented for a moment, but within ten seconds she regained control of herself and she found herself running again. she threw open that small wooden door and pounded her way up those stairs. with each step she took her calves burned in protest, and her lungs screamed for mercy. her legs shook, and her heart threatened to give out, but she pushed on, unwilling to give up. unwilling to stop. she rounded those stairs so fast her head spun and she closed her eyes. her foot missed a single step, and she found herself falling, she managed to catch herself, before she literally hurt herself. the moment shocked her and had her paralyzed, and after two minutes, she finally let go, took a deep, acheing breath, and started running again. step after step after step. god, how much further? no less than a minute later she reached the top and she threw herself at the door, stumbling into the room as the door gave way. she raced for the edge of the tower. throwing out her arms horazontally to catch herself at the doorway leading out. she swung forward and snapped back as her arms hit the frame. her chest rose and fell so quickly she thought her heart might burst through her ribs. she could not catch her breath, and as she stood, unmoving, she felt the pain and fear mixing, while creeping steadily closer to her, the realization of what was coming overwhelming her, causing her to nearly hyperventilate.
the blade was hidden beneath her pillow, and as she clenched it in both hands she whispered goodbye, and began to stab the man who had stolen her innocence, and her life. she screamed bloody murder as his blood splattered her white dress. she stayed there, knife stuck in the man's chest, his blue eyes frozen on her, the same eyes that were now haunting her. that dream had been the worst and it was that dream that had her moving now. she nearly fell out of her bed in her hast to get out, she threw clothes haphazardly from her trunk and tossed on a simple white dress, perhaps it was not the best thing to throw on at the moment, but it was simple and easy and she was in a real hurry. she raced for the door, and found herself running full speed down that winding staircase. her heart was pounding uncontrollably as she reached the commons, her head spun and she felt faint, but she pushed herself on. ignoring all of the aching pain in her chest, because there was a bigger and far more greater pain that threatened to torment her should she stop moving. if she let it catch up, she thought it might be the end of her. this was a night that she needed trelan, at least with him, this pain could not catch her. but he was probably safely tucked away in his dorm, probably passed out, and celeste did not have the heart to wake him up and tell him about her problems. she'd told trelan many things about herself, but the one thing she never told him was the fact that her step father had raped her, and she'd also never told him that she had been the one to kill him. she made it out of the portrait hole and kept running, she felt as though she were running in circles, or boxes, depending on how you'd like to look at it. but the grand staircase was horrible on her. she hit the rails several times and nearly toppled over once as it moved. once she nearly ran right off of the landing, seeing as the staircase moved mere seconds before she reached it. by the time she reached the entrance hall her lungs burned sickeningly, and they screamed for oxygen, her breath came to fast, and it hurt to inhale. just like her leg muscles screamed in agony as she continued to push her body, continued to force herself to run. perhaps it was wrong of her, but she was trying to preserve herself. keep herself alive, and she was positive that if the pain she felt inside ever washed over her she would never resurface.
celeste pushed her way out of the castle, uncaring of the professors and prefects on duty, she would never let them catch her, not without having to run for their lives anyway. she would not stop, surely she would not. she tripped and stumbled several times in her haste to leave the castle and it's magically protected grounds, she rushed to leave that magnificent castle behind. not only was it her home, it was her prison. the cold night air whipped around her, stinging her exposed skin with a crisp burn, and it only added to the other pains. she pushed them to the back of her mind, unable to focus on them, she was trying to reach the gates, once outside them she could apparate. she found herself running down now, the climb wasn't too steep, yet if she lost balance once she would undoubtably fall, and roll, and break something, but in her time of need her balance did not fail her. she managed to make it safely down, and she threw out her arms, in order to push the gates open, and lucky for her, it was open just a crack, which was enough for her. the gate moved, not without reluctance, but it gave leiway, and finally opened enough for her to get through. she felt free the moment the gate gave way, and as she turned she focused on london and that beauitful tower that seemed to rise high above the city. she felt like she were being sucked through a tube, and her body felt compressed, her ragged breathing increased, and the pain in her chest was magified by a thousand as she was pressed further and further together. then in the next second she was standing before the tower she'd imagined mere moments ago. she stood disoriented for a moment, but within ten seconds she regained control of herself and she found herself running again. she threw open that small wooden door and pounded her way up those stairs. with each step she took her calves burned in protest, and her lungs screamed for mercy. her legs shook, and her heart threatened to give out, but she pushed on, unwilling to give up. unwilling to stop. she rounded those stairs so fast her head spun and she closed her eyes. her foot missed a single step, and she found herself falling, she managed to catch herself, before she literally hurt herself. the moment shocked her and had her paralyzed, and after two minutes, she finally let go, took a deep, acheing breath, and started running again. step after step after step. god, how much further? no less than a minute later she reached the top and she threw herself at the door, stumbling into the room as the door gave way. she raced for the edge of the tower. throwing out her arms horazontally to catch herself at the doorway leading out. she swung forward and snapped back as her arms hit the frame. her chest rose and fell so quickly she thought her heart might burst through her ribs. she could not catch her breath, and as she stood, unmoving, she felt the pain and fear mixing, while creeping steadily closer to her, the realization of what was coming overwhelming her, causing her to nearly hyperventilate.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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